A Poetical Warning

All too oft’

like a bat-saturated loft,

poetry

can contain

the following………

Nuts, dust

& latex gloves.

Flash photography

with loads of strobes.

Italics, nasty prangs

& sudden-BANGS!

Bad language indeed

when there’s no shit fuckin’ need.

Half a shandy & an Aspirin,

I know a mate

who knows a goat

who has a cousin if you’re askin’…

Plus some other stuff that’s vague

& the bubonic plague.

Enjoy…

June Confusion

Confused in June

& up to no good,

trying to spot a ghost orchid

in a haunted wood.

Whilst waiting for the cows to stand

& straggling the rain,

this woodland shelter helps for now

but still these crucial conundrums remain…

If it’s something that you don’t need

can it ever be a bargain?

Is God really dead

or did he fake it like John Darwin? 

Do them electric eels

ever give themselves an electric shock?

& why am I the only person I know

that intentionally wears odd socks?

Answers on a postcard please,

I’ll reimburse you for the stamp.

https://www.museumwales.ac.uk/rhagor/article/ghost_orchid/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Darwin_disappearance_case